Game is when you get consistent results with your methodology. I refuse to debate which method is better (IE: Mystery Method vs. Natural Game vs. Direct vs. Indirect) as I believe a tailored mentality to your personality, dominant traits, and communication style can yield a harvest bountiful for any man wanting to enjoy the sweet nectars of success with women. Anyways, on to your local club during a Spring Break Thursday...
Of course my business always comes first, so I had a bit of work to wrap up before I bounced to the club to enjoy the company of my buddies and fine women. I arrive at around 10:30 while the crowd and line is already wrapped around the corner. My Blackberry is already ringing. I meet my buddy and on our way to the entrance we see some of our other friends sitting outside on the patio next to the club at an adjacent bar. We shoot the shit and I invite them to come along with me into the club. I tell them I'll check to see who's working the gates to get us all in. After all, rolling with 4 other dudes really isn't what swings the gates open and rolls the red carpet out. It may help if you go with really down gay wings to a gay club and have women all over you like bees on honey. My afc buddy, I love him to death and he's an excellent friend, but I've never ever ever seen him with a woman unless: he paid her or I invited her to go with him. He's already doubting IF I can get all of us in the club without waiting in line for hours while simultaneously bypassing 70 people in line. This is where "greasing the wheels" comes in handy. I always meet the promoters, gate keepers, bouncers, managers, and owners of the venues I frequent. Not only does it show love to people that are working hard to please you the patron, it shows social status, class, and always comes in handy... unless you enjoy waiting in line for 20 mins and paying erroneous cover charges.
Of course I see my promoter buddy working. I say whats up and he's totally down to have me and my boys skip the line and join the party. I always tell people how much I appreciate it and thank them. If I see them inside, I don't hesitate to have them join my ladies and I for stiff drinks and shots.
This is where I love to make an impression on the ladies waiting in line by themselves. Not only does it look great to be walked inside bypassing the line with 2+ ladies on both sides, but it's a huge DHV to them and all the other girls watching. I'll pull a few hotties inside with me and they'll buy me drinks inside. I tell my friends the good news, but 3 of them are being shy, which I excuse myself from to enjoy some female company. I invite my afc buddy, Rudy and he's down. So we roll inside with 4 girls, him and I. They love my rockstar look: My custom tailored one button sharp lapel blazer, diesel low cut shirt, skinny black jeans, Chrome Hearts bracelet, BWL necklace, studded belt, with slick narrow Gordan Rush jeans make the people mistake me for a Korean soap opera star or movie star from Hong Kong.
The club is packed like an overstuffed FedEx package. Asians galore... its really poppin' and I run into 2 other friends that I didn't even know where going. They buy drinks and we start the night off right! Patron, grey goose and pineapple, and "razors" which is a custom specialty drink that tastes like shit that my Vietnamese buddy Rob raves about. It straight up is nasty and leaves you in a cloud of drunk haze, which is shooting yourself in the foot when you're trying to bring A-Game on all the ladies.
I do several approaches: grab a few numbers from a dolled up tall blonde with a bust that would make Cops look like Sesame Street, sexy Asian girls with a figure that Mattel should put into production, and Latinas that make my sex drive pull a Nascar finish. Along the way, we ran into a few duds, 2 boring MILFs and some drunk Asian college girls. I'm pretty seasoned, so this does not phase me whatsoever. In fact, I think it's fucking hilarious. Sometimes, I like to laugh and exaggerate that they're my last chance at love and I'll cry myself to sleep later that night! (Thanks for the tip TD!)
Now, this is where Rudy starts to annoy me while I'm working the crowd. Not only is he socially unaware how to work the crowd and social groups, but a wallflower and horrible wing that would down Maverick in Top Gun faster than Mach 3 (and I ain't talking about the razor blade). The only job of a wing is to build his buddy up as much as possible to boost his game and distract/intercept cock blocking bogeys. Of course, I can recover and plow through his off-the-wall comments, but it's discouraging to know your own friend is that desperate for female interaction. From most uninformed casual observers, speed seduction (not the RJ Product) may look awkwardly foreign. Accelerated game a lot of things are taking place in a short time frame. First 30 sec there is physical kino right, the kino escalation continues, while the verbal game is tight and logistics are uncovered, then within 5-10 mins or less, physical intimacy takes place. Rudy views this as creepy and unusual. I ask him what he believes is a better methodology for banging a woman quickly... he says to wait for eye contact then when shes available to go and talk to her. Basically: wait for IOI, approach, then hopefully she'll like that so much she jumps on your cock. I told him, with my mild good looks that I might be here until the end of the Obama presidency term waiting for that to happen. Rudy tells me once again I need to "stop being creepy." I respond, "Bitch please! I'll make it a point to demonstrate this is the most effective by the end of the night. Just wait..." I light up an Irish-Creme Madagascar Vanilla CAO Mini and watch as the legs begin to open with fresh aroma and tight game. Rudy excuses himself to grab another drink. I work a 2 set with an Asian with tight frame with an ass like J-Lo (does she still go by that name?) and a Latina. Apparently, the night was similar to the career of Apple CEO Steve Jobs, had a few set-backs, then comes back to change minds.
I could tell based off her response to my kino that she was into me and very receptive. After amoging some on-lookers and set poachers, we end up making out. 5 mins into the set or less. I should really start timing interactions now. Logistics are difficult, but it can be worked out. We exchange some laughs, groping, and they're loving me. I tell her that I'm taking her home, she says "lets go." So I pull them, but we have to see this black dude that chaffered them from their house to the club, because she left a purse in the car. I txt Rudy, I taking these two girls home and I'll see him later. He txts: "I want to see." I tell him to wait out in front for us. He leaves before we can get out, so I know he doesn't want to be proven wrong like I did when I clocked the best time at the quarter-mile and beat his by nearly half a second. So I tell him I will txt him picture messages of the journey along the way. We finally find the chauffeur and the dude is dragging his feet. Now the girls are pissed and the guy is like showing fucking YouTube videos to this other guy. He ends up getting lost in the parking lot trying to find the car, stops many times to have a conversation with this other dude, and after this I made a few semi-rude comments for him to hurry the fuck up. After walking around in this parking structure, I felt like Jerry Seinfeld in that episode where they get lost in a mall parking structure and along the way run into all sorts of shenanigans. This girl's booty is redonkulous and dudes would come up to her with weak game. 20 dudes from the club to the car hit on her. I stood right there slightly entertained. I even say the cashier from the club that gave me props for pulling these fine specimens of the female body. After 30 mins, we finally reach the car. Dragging his feet again, I figure this dude is pissed he was AFC and picked these girls up, paid for his gas, his car insurance, and drove to the club, bought them drinks, just so they can make out with me and leave with me to suck on my cock. He gets really upset and upset black dudes, raise a red flag of caution with me, so he starts yelling after she quickly grabs her purse and tells her she's "disrespectful" and "rude" and starts going on and on about what an atrocity she committed by leaving with me. He did mention "no disrespect to me" which I said "none taken, I'd be pissed too" but then again, I don't play afc chauffeur games. After he tells her how horrible it was for him to pick them up and not get any, Asian JLo is tearing up. I tell the dude off after like 2 mins of his rambling. So I grab them both and walk them over to my ride, while snapping a few sly pics along the way of the pull underway for my "Doubting Thomas" buddy.
We jump into my car and cruise to a hotel with a name I felt was so fitting: "Hotel Menage."
Of course I show him: the girls and I in the parking lot, car, cum stained hotel sheets, and the gorgeous view overlooking downtown on a sunny Friday. No response yet, but I guess he's probably sleeping at 6AM.
She sucked such a good dick for 45 mins and I blew the biggest load ever. I came hard all over the place, then 10 seconds later, I blew another fountain of cum. My 2nd multi-orgasm. I talked to a few experts and did a bit of research, it indeed was a multiple orgasm. I wasn't quite sure, but my definition from several sexologists and professionals, I can positively conclude I have achieved a male multiple orgasm. It felt like a torrent of pleasure. Now, I can only partially speculate what women feel like during their multiples. I'm breaking all sorts of paradigms, even my own!
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